A seductive chant of nature's wholesome lament sang in the echoic chambers of the forest's seclusion, life, death, and all betwixt each ethereal dimension sounding, in a raven's hoarse call of broken requiem. Ere such divine irradiation of dawn's blazing sun, the land lay in the somber hush of night's lethal obscurity, bathed in setting moonlight, its huntress gaze enveloping the putrid beautiful domain of trees and brush, the roaring streams blushed in obsidian and languid azure, swathed in the consuming stare of darkness' writhing flush.
Stillness. Quiet. Soothing, tempting, enticement, slithering through the reigns of a blessed eden like a wretched serpent with a beguiling golden apple of seeping aurora held tightly between it's slathered jaws. Like a scathing knife piercing the shadows in an iniquitous bloom of rose red manifesto, she wove thru the night in effortless deliberation, leisure drenching her languorous motions, and yet, within the confines of her cerebral cortex, the fire burned mercilessly, utterly lacking the clemency of which any other supercilious creature would starve themselves. Her sadness brimmed, icy eyes half lidded in lassitude, the heart beneath a golden chest thrumming with an insatiable ache.
Thoughts laced in poison, her mentality was that of a crushed orchid, pulchritude demeaned and desecrated in barbaric completion. And yet, there was but a glimmer of hope beneath each stratum of her misery, barely unearthed except within the throes of damnable adoration. Demure, humility soaked in senescent grace, she was but a budding flower amidst chaos and adversity, wherein her emotions birthed themselves in bloodied placental rancor. Liberty from this sentimental prison would, in her ruling, never be procured; she would forever, eternally, be bound by ropes and chains, invisible to the naked eye, pressed tautly against her stomach, her arms, legs, and lissom neck.
She could hardly breathe, through the constrictions of her past, and each step she took through this bright colorful world was a mocking reminder that she believed she would never attain such succulent bliss. However, there was tenderness in her actions, a sweet, loving tenderness, offset by the harshness of a series of belligerent dogmatic beliefs, layers upon layers of inexplicable codes untapped and unsolved, by anyone. Even herself.
(She's simply lost in her thoughts, staring at the oncoming dusk. Anyone is welcome to come interrupt her. <3)
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Second Chances saw a mare walking when she saw a mare walk by and she walked up to her and said "Hi I'm Second Chances but you can call me Chance for short." She wanted some friends and maybe a mate. Her brother tried to kill her. She hated her brother for what he had done to her. She had scars on her neck under her mane from him. She was teased and abused by her old herd. She was raped a week before she left her old herd. She was now scared and pregnat. She wanted a mate that would love her for who she was. She wants a nice stallion as her mate. Not a mean angery stallion.
She was walking through the trees, watching as the tree's leaves swayed like green dancers in the gentle breeze. She loved nature, to see it in front of her was like seeing a newborn foal. She wanted to learn the ways of the forest, and some day wanted to control it.
Her green eyes scanned every bit of earthy life around her...The bushes,the trees,the beautiful bright colored birds that sang songs to another, the deer that aimed it beady black eyes at the beautiful slender mare. She gave a polite nod to the creature before picking up a trot, swaying in and out of bushes as they reached out to gently brush past her blackened legs.
She gave a slight giggle when a chipmunk ran past her, but jumped a little by the suprisement.
But when she looked up, she caught sight of a mare with interesting feautures. Her ears perked foreward,and her green eyes scanned the body.
"Hello?" she asked, her voice the sound of windchimes.
The brilliance of the oncoming dusk did nothing to thrill the senses of the desiccated mare, whose mood was so utterly glum that she looked upon her surroundings with nothing but harsh cynicism. There was a sorrow within her that she could not explain. Perhaps it was, loneliness? She had always been a very independent individual, so these new feelings quite confused her, baffled her, even so far as made her slightly angry that she had delved so deeply into her emotions that she worked so hard to keep tucked away and out of sight. And yet, the scents of others wafted throughout the lush air, making her uneasy, though she made no signs that such a thing aggravated her being.
When the two mares approached her, their feminine voices like the serenade of waterfalls and rippling tides, Engku did nothing but stare at first, her cold frigid gaze unforgiving, nearly unwelcoming. She did not want company per se, but there was nothing in their actions that would evoke such a sour disposition from her, and so she spoke to them, with faux politeness, her voice deep, booming, though her words were barely above a whisper. “I am Engku.” Slowly tilting her crown in mocking consideration, she, in an almost accusatory baritone, questioned their presence, and why they drew near. “What do you want?”
Diedre examined the mare. She seemed to not play well with others, as if the presence of another horse soured her mood. She could also scense the mockingness in her voice. But Diedre still kept her ears foreward, but her eyes changed emotion.
"The names Diedre...I was just merely walking in the forest before I ran into you. What are you doing here? Hiding under the shadows when it is such a fine day outside." Diedre said in her kindest voice. But deep inside she was holding that mixture of fear and anger inside the very pit of her stomach. She hasnt ran into such foul mood before, but maybe this mare wasnt sour to scare away others...But because she was lonley and had no company. Diedre was the one who made sure horses were in a good mood, since she is in it all the time. She cocked her head to the side as she waited for the mares answer, but all she got was a mere stare from the mare's bright blue eyes.
[ Diedre, please respect posting order. The current order is Engku, Second Chances, and then you. Please review the rules or ask in the cbox if you have any questions ]
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